Johnny Rosenblatt is my father. Annie Savoy is my mother. And I’m their bastard son.
Welcome StitchHeads to my first Off The Top Of My Head column of what should be another epic college baseball season. It’s been eight months since our last college game and I can’t wait for the first pitcher to toe the rubber in a meaningless opening day game in frigid temperatures in February. I also can’t wait for the last pitcher to toe the rubber for the last out in Omaha in the summer’s Satan’s cauldron of June.
This 2023 season is going to be[…]